nct 127 smuts

doyoung x johnny & yuta x mark // get out of town

'get out of town'

original author: bluemoon (putigirliane) on AO3 (link at the end)

description: After Mark, Yuta, Doyoung, and Johnny wrap up the live stream, things start to head in a different direction.

relationships: Doyoung/Taeyong, Mark/Yuta, Johnny/Doyoung

enjoy!

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As soon as Yuta pulls back his phone and scrolls away on his instagram feed, Doyoung lets out a sigh he didn't even notice he was holding and leans back against the wall.

Alternating glances between his phone screen as he pulls up kakaotalk and the bed in front of him, he sees how Mark latches his body fully around Yuta and Johnny lies opposite them. Mark shoves one of his legs between Yuta's and buries his face on Yuta's neck, snuggling up to him, as he'd probably been wanting to do for the last twenty minutes or so.

doyoung: is everything alright?

Doyoung types and anxiously watches the screen, but it takes Taeyong less than a minute to respond. He's probably glued to his phone, big eyes staring at it with intent while his bony fingers fly across the keyboard, and the image alone is enough to pull a little hint of a smile from Doyoung's lips.

taeyong: yeah!!! just got past security, I'll be boarding soon

doyoung: that's a relief

taeyong: everything alright over there?

doyoung: yeah, we just wrapped up an insta live, it was pretty chill

taeyong: cool, jagi

Doyoung can't help the slight blush that creeps up his cheeks at the pet name and everts his eyes, shy. He misses Taeyong, as he always does even when they're together, but he'll be with them soon. Soon.

taeyong: hey

Doyoung has half a thought to turn his eyes back to the screen and respond, but something else suddenly catches his attention. Yuta sighs and the sheets shift, and it takes Doyoung's tired brain a solid moment to understand what's going on, but eventually he catches the way Mark's planting lazy kisses down the curve of Yuta's neck and behind his ear, the leopard-print neck warmer discarded over the pillows, and Mark's hands dangerously traveling under Yuta's white shirt to grip over his waist.

taeyong: jagiya

He really should stop watching, but when his eyes escape for a split second, Doyoung catches Johnny's eyes, staring back at him. They share a loaded moment, both knowing very well this is wrong and where this is going, but Johnny's eyes seem to carry an edge of defiance, of mischief, as they more often than not do.

When Johnny's eyes slip back to the scene in front of them, Doyoung shakes his head and finally looks back at his phone, a mild rush of guilt washing over him for having opened Taeyong's messages and not responded yet.

taeyong: you really should rest now, I know you've been worried lately

taeyong: but I'm ok and we'll see each other soon, I'll shoot you a text as soon as I land, ok?

taeyong: doie?

doyoung: yeah, sorry, jagi

doyoung: I'll try to rest, but I guess it'll take a while

He regrets it the moment he presses send, because now he's going to have to explain to Taeyong that he's feeling a dangerously familiar warmth creeping up his guts at the sight of Mark's arm elbow-deep inside Yuta's shirt, very clearly fondling with his pecs, and his knee massaging between Yuta's legs. And the fact that Johnny is obviously watching him watch them, plotting no good in that little gremlin brain of his.